Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead

Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion.

Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner

But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

Don't want that, do they?” She throws back her head and shouts, “Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn't want anything like that!

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.